The call of corruption, the ray of death... these are all weird magics. The apprentice is still thinking about the purpose of the necromancer, but he can't see anything from the other party's magic.
Sauvero's potion activates fire, so how does Newell resist burning?
On the battlefield, Eze relied on the Holy Dandelion to gain some advantages. Uriel watched the Druid approach the priest. The magic in the air was extremely lacking. This was a good time to break the deadlock.
Holy dandelions don't distinguish between friend and foe, they just keep absorbing magic power. The mystic's magic power was draining away, and the apprentices who were far away felt that the sword in their hands was gradually becoming heavier.
Necromancers who rely on potions still have a gap in magic power compared to real high-level magicians. Uriel noticed that the bar owner had significantly more magic power than the priest; the former once again released the wrath of nature, combining restraint and high-damage magic range. It was half smaller, but still entangled the weak necromancer.
The spikes penetrated the necromancer's arm, and Newell felt a numbness, and the pain was delayed; the faint green flames burned the vines, and these magical plants shrank, and then stretched tightly under the urging of their masters. .
"I'm not lying to you." The death believers wearing priest attire laughed. They pierced people like ice needles, no less than the howls of ghosts. "Chester is indeed on our side. He trusts Levi so much that every time he experiments with a new potion, he will let his loyal servant try it first; unfortunately, the fragile soul of the Lord Bishop cannot bear it. Mysterious baptism – he died on the first dose and I had to turn him into an undead.”
"Your last words before you die will only make you die faster." Eze came to him and drew out his dagger.
Newell didn't seem to see the sharp knife stabbing his chest: "Heather will find that his believers are not loyal, and only death is the destination. God's grace comes here -"
Weird magic seemed to come out of nowhere.
Uriel watched helplessly as the priest broke free from the vines, which made Eez suddenly groan, as if he was seriously injured; the gray shadows overlapped and submerged into the necromancer's body, causing the skeleton-like body to sprout ferocious blades and fangs. Must.
He took advantage of the latter's stiff movements and cut his pale bone claws into the long windbreaker and the leather armor underneath, drawing out a fountain of blood.
"Go and repent, and you will become a member of the Kingdom of the Dead." The dandelion burned itself, and the Necromancer pulled out his claws as he retreated. Eze knelt down in pain, his body covered in gray from the wounds.
When he stood up again, his eyes had lost their luster.
"...!!"
A chill ran through his spine, and the scene in front of Uriel was as shattered as a mirror. He was covered in cold sweat and leaned on the ground with his sword. The feeling of his magic power being emptied made the apprentice almost think that he had been struck by a sword in the chest.
"I didn't lie to you..." Uriel heard Newell repeat. And Eze had just taken a step and was about to walk in front of the Necromancer.
Another hallucination!
What the hell is going on?
The apprentice didn't think much and rushed out while shouting: "Don't go there!"
Druid paused. He turned his head in surprise, and suddenly there was an explosion in the air, and juice splashed out when the vines broke——
The fallen dead apostle broke away from the magic.
"This is impossible!" Eze never dreamed that someone could retain magic power under the influence of a holy dandelion. The backlash of magic caused his fire to waver, and the druid let out a scream.
He didn't even have time to transform into an animal, so he could only retreat step by step; Newell's alienation tore the priest's robe to pieces, his body was burning with green flames, and he waved his claws with a sharp smile!
There was a clang, metal clashed, and the blade trembled.
Uriel charged forward and raised his sword. The huge force forced him to hold the sword with his hand. The pale bone claws, with green light, clanked against the sword body, leaving its owner helpless. He resisted and rushed back, bumping into Eze before he could stop.
The difference in magic power is intuitively displayed again, but at this moment, the positions are opposite.
"What are you doing here?" Eze didn't appreciate it. He finally regained his breath, but then the apoptosis ray followed closely.
He grabbed the apprentice's shoulders and pushed down hard, and the two disappeared from the ground. The sand fell all over him. When Uriel turned around, he saw that the bar owner's head had become flat and lost his human appearance. His face was covered with brown down, and his big nose almost poked the apprentice's forehead.
Mr. Eds turns into a woodchuck!
Even at such a tense moment, Uriel almost laughed out loud. For a moment, he actually thought of the dwarf Painter, and now the appearance of the two was simply similar.
Compared to the majestic eagle, the groundhog is a bit too down-to-earth. The druid's magic of changing animals is not only practical, but perhaps fun is the point.
It's a pity that Mr. Eds kept his mouth tightly shut. The apprentice also wanted to know whether the druid would make corresponding sounds after turning into an animal.
"Why are you laughing!" Eze carried him out from the other end of the hall and pushed the apprentice out of the door angrily. "You don't want your life?"
Even if I told you that you would die if I didn't come over, you probably wouldn't believe it!
Uriel left the bar owner's embarrassing transformation behind and went straight to the point without any nonsense: "Chester is indeed on our side... I had no choice but to turn him into an undead."
He repeated the words he heard in his dream.
At the same time, the Necromancer, who had lost his target, thought he had a chance to win. He fired magic everywhere while laughing wildly and said: "Chester is indeed on our side..."
The two voices overlapped.
The Druid's eyes widened: "What's going on? Can you read minds?"
"I can predict the future!" Uriel could only explain to him. To be honest, he didn't even know what this ability was. Who would give him an instruction manual when changing jobs?
"I saw and heard? No... In short, I can predict some things, and it unfolds reasonably. Will Gaia know what is going on? Just now, I saw you die - he Its claws turned you into an undead!"
The apprentice finished speaking in one breath.
"Magic?" The fact was before his eyes, and Eze couldn't help but believe it, but the druid had never heard of any magic that could tell things that had not happened so clearly: "It's really yours. What did the messenger give you? Profession?"
"Actually, this profession came out of nowhere." Uriel replied, "This is really strange. The Scroll of Oath is what the Necromancer wants - I found it easily."
The black cat jumped out of his collar, not satisfied with his "easy" description.
"You're still here." The apprentice was a little surprised.
The Druid understood something: "It is the guardian of the castle. There are always mysterious births in places that have grown old."
"But I haven't heard that there is a magical creature like a cat in Frostleaf Castle. Where did you find it?"
"It's on the table in the study." The apprentice couldn't help but ask, "What legends are there in the castle?"
"Not many, there is one Scroll of Oath, and the other is the Golden Scarab. Some people say that the Cursed Wing Scepter of the Shadow Legion was also found from Frostleaf Castle - they are all unskilled guys, it is simply the craftsmanship of dwarves. "
Eze looked left and right, but didn't find anything special about the apprentice. "The Scroll of Oath can grant wishes. There are fewer clues about it than the golden beetle that hasn't appeared in a long time. What kind of luck are you getting?"
"I didn't make a wish." Uriel shook his head. He looked at the black cat. The cat listened attentively with its ears raised, and even licked its mouth when the legendary treasure was mentioned. "Nothing about 'Katie in a Bottle'?"
"I have been in Yotsuba City for twenty years, but I have never heard of this name."
Okay, I can probably guess how it became the guardian of the castle... Uriel's head was full of black lines, and he felt that even if it became a mysterious creature, its influence on the food chain might still exist.
"Can that thing still allow people to change jobs? I thought those mentioned in the legend were all its abilities..." At this time, Mr. Eze's attitude also softened, and he realized that maybe Uriel really saved the life. Take your own life.
But he couldn't thank him in words. It was really embarrassing to admit his shortcomings to a young mystic rookie. In the end, he pretended to seize the moment and asked: "What profession is that?"
"Knight of Proverbs. Do you know it, Mr. Eads?"
"Unheard of." After answering, the druid made a "hum" sound from his nose and added in a low voice: "Listen, kid - now leave the castle and go as far away as possible... I just figured it out. I owe you one, and believe me, all of Fafrank knows my credibility, so you better not ask me to pay it back so quickly.”
"I got the Scroll of Oath." Uriel emphasized, "So twice, sir."
Eze was speechless.
At this time, a beam of light flew over and sliced through the stone pillar where the two men were hiding.
As gravel flew, they bowed their heads together. The druid behind the smoke was extremely angry. He looked at the necromancer, or the skeleton monster - the sharp bone spear claws on his body, and wondered what the consequences would be after being hugged passionately by him. He was afraid of the three knives and six holes. They are all light.
The Druid, whose magic power was almost exhausted, had only one option: close combat. He complained: "Is it too late for me to wear armor now?"
Uriel wanted to say that he was a warrior, but he was very self-aware and knew that he might not be able to block even a ray. He hesitated for a moment and handed the parchment to the other party: "Mr. Eze, can you use it?"
It wasn't until the druid took the ancient scroll and the leather left his hand that the apprentice secretly wondered why he hadn't thought of this method earlier. There seemed to be some kind of strange magic in this mysterious scroll, which made Uriel subconsciously not want to use it. Share it with anyone.
However, Ezi tried it and found that he couldn't open it: "It's sticky?"
Black cat Katie raised her chin proudly.
"It seems that you are the person it chose." The druid threw the scroll back as if it was hot to the touch.
Having said that, Uriel didn't know how to use it after opening it. He pinched the black cat and tried to write on it, but there were no traces on the parchment, which angered the latter. The black cat turned around and bit his finger hard. The apprentice winced in pain, thinking that no wonder this guy could bite through the carapace of the rhinoceros.
Eze shook his head when he saw it: "Okay, take it and run far away, don't let the fallen dead apostle get it. If you cause trouble for me, then you will have to suffer easily - I won't even do it before the Frost Moon." I’ve paid you your salary.”
Uriel didn't expect that he actually remembered the salary, and he was holding the scroll with a look of astonishment on his face. The apprentice asked him in disbelief: "Leave, where do you want me to go?"
"Going back and forth from where you are, do you need me to teach you how to walk?" Druid said and ignored Uriel. He turned into a falcon, much larger than a normal hawk. He had to flap his wings with all his strength before he lifted off crookedly into the sky.
The apprentice saw the sparse feathers on his back, like the dark fuelwood left behind when the fire was about to go out.
The falcon swooped down from the sky, green light brushing his wings. Newell raised his head, the smile on his face not fading:
"I like the unyielding spirit of Order believers. It will save me a lot of effort, and it will not look like a domestic dog chasing a flying saucer."
The Necromancer turned the spikes, lowered his body to charge up, and also raised his claws. The distance between the two shrinks, and the battle between the mystics seems to end like a beggar fighting in the street.
"No!" Uriel's heart was beating wildly. He threw the scroll at the black cat. This ancient mysterious item and a precious tool to fulfill wishes was thrown to the guardian spirit of the castle. It probably had never enjoyed it in its life. Such treatment.
The black cat immediately turned into an ink ball and hugged the ancient scroll. It was floating in the air, and the flattened and deformed cat's face on the spherical surface was full of confusion.
Uriel kicked the ground without thinking, straightened his arm and stabbed with his sword.
Fearless charge——!
